I'm a lot like you, so please
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting



It's been a few weeks and she seems slightly less nice, but more real. That's a good thing. Unfortunately because we are both rather introverted, the process of getting familiar with each other has been unhurried. So at the Weezer concert yesterday, I found out a few more things. At the double risk of both schmoopifying and jinxing this budding relationship, they are as follows:

1. Her fingers are a blur when she types text messages. She credits this to her piano playing.
2. She was some type of cheerleader at some point.
3. She is slightly claustrophobic.
4. She put up with three hours of crappy opening bands with nary a grumble.

By some divine act of coincidental comedy, Myung also met a girl recently and has been having his own adventures in like. They text each other constantly and Anson took him shopping so that he can wear something besides t-shirts from youth group retreats or Walmart.

So even with our combined history of futility, we should be optimistic, right? But besides the fact that Myung was complaining about his eye twitching yesterday, why does this come to mind?



No, Hobbes. Let's see how this goes.

I think I'd be good for you
And you'd be good for me